Single Point Perspective He’d never been particularly good at understanding what she meant. It wasn’t that she didn’t communicate well – she was without doubt one of the most articulate people he knew – it was more that he could never really figure out her reasoning. With Jane, everything had to be done the hard way. Because, she assured him, nothing easy was ever worth it. He remained unconvinced. ‘But wouldn’t it be better just to drop it off on the way in to town?’ He was trying hard to keep the exasperation out of his voice ‘That way you won’t have to rush to get over there after work.’ She gave him a hard look and wrinkled her brow. He relented. There was no point arguing, the outcome wouldn’t change. ‘Ok, ok. I’ll meet you there after. About five?’ He didn’t want to be late getting back again. ‘Say half-five and you got a date.’ ‘Cool. But we need to be gone by six.’ She didn’t disagree but deliberately directed her attention to rummaging through her handbag. ‘Have you seen my memory stick?’ ‘The black one? Yeah it’s on top of the TV where you left it.’ ‘No the silver – work – one. Oh, no worries, I got it.’ She pulled her hand out from under the lining of her bag. ‘It always gets lost in there.’ ‘You could sew that up in a couple of minutes’ he suggested. She frowned. ‘Ok, I’m gone, I’ll see you later,’ he bent to kiss her on the top of her head. ‘I’ll see you at five-thirty’ He pulled the door shut behind him. ‘Six, say six.’